Shane activated his magic with all his might, and the output was modulated to a peak that had never been seen before, and the spell was lit at forty times the speed of light. The fire above his head spread to his shoulders, and the light flew up a meter. The three-series orb, which was originally spinning, covered the background canopy in the blink of an eye.

Forty times cast, Frostfire Arcane Missile.

The "projection" lips are lightly opened, and the final spell casting action is completed, and the magic ball falls to the ground like a meteor shower, drawing a blue, orange and white three-color trajectory, focusing on the three demon magicians, front and back, left and right, up and down, sealing all dodge moves.

"Estimated contact time after 0.7 seconds...... Contact, Defense, Defense, Defense, Defense ......"

The Eye of Truth reported a dozen defenses in a row, starting to hit. The target area is shrouded in water vapor and soot, with a green glow at first, and then completely silent after two seconds.

"Confirmed hit, 14 rounds, the enemy is dead, and the user's remaining mana can be released twice barrage."

Shane boosted his mana again, and the barrage returned, targeting the dozens of warriors. They hadn't woken up from the mutation yet, and the barrage had already flown into the crowd before they remembered to defend.

The shields were shattered, the armor was pierced, and only ping-pong-sized projectiles made holes in them, and blood flowed all over the ground.

"It turns out that their blood is red too," Sean was calmer than he thought.

The trolls, the lucky ones who escaped their lives were turning around, and before they had gone far, the third wave of barrage struck, magic swept the elves' field of vision, smoke and dust rose again, and wails came and went.

"Forty-eight hits, 30 kills, 18 serious injuries, 20 escapes, and the user's mana is exhausted."

Taking a few sips of the blue bottle from his magic pocket, Shane slowly calmed down his agitation. Multi-casting brings a heavy burden, ordinary casting is as simple as blowing a breeze for him, and multi-casting feels like a typhoon-like wind pressure can only be released from a small hole, and his spirit is squeezed to the point of swelling and discomfort.

"The Eye of the Truth can tell how many times I can use full power under normal circumstances."

"Based on the user's current strength, no more than three spells can be cast without affecting health. If more than six times, it will cause permanent damage. ”

Next to him, Hawkins-Yanying, his mouth opened and closed like a fish starved of water, and he didn't make a sound for several times. Hadurun Mingyi was also stunned.

In the first round of barrage, the two thought: 'It's not a dream!' ’

In the second round of barrage, the idea became 'The sun well is shining on it.' ’

In the third round of barrage, it became the feeling of 'I'm going'.

"You two don't look at me like that, they're running away." Shane points to the periphery, and the troll's morale collapses, and the leader dies, beaten into a white flag by a wave of outbursts.

"I... I... I—" Hawkins-Flame Eagle sighed for a moment, "I still have time to speed up, release it now." ”

The arcane light fell, and Haduron led the elves over the wall in pursuit. The trolls' deadly discipline saved them many lives this time. They run around the wilderness with ducks, and the elves are few in number, and they only chase in one direction. Chocobos ride after them and harvest heads from behind, and elves on foot use their short swords to kill the wailing trolls.

Chasing him to the mountain pass, Haduron returned, with a dozen troll ears strung on his back. The rest of the elves also have a lot of gains, and they can exchange a lot of money from the municipal government in Quettalin.

The corpses of the three sorcerers were put back together and carried to the feet of the puppet Tygo.

"They're yours" The elves bowed respectfully. The most valuable loot belonged to Shane, a staff and a necklace of three bone spurs. In Magical Aura, the staff is considered a 'blue' quality, and the effect is to increase the speed of hex casting, and the three necklaces are nothing but 'green'.

The head of the sorcerer is also worth a lot of money.

The Eye of Truth scanned several heads through quantum function: "It was found that there is a very thin residue of pure energy in the sorcerer's head, which itself does not belong to the trolls, but can be absorbed, and the effect: nourishing the spirit." ”

Shane thought of the possibility that the trolls were animistic tribes, but they often stole the power of the gods they believed in, and even imprisoned or killed them. Did the three trolls' special energy come from stealing?

"Absorption, and analysis of the essence of energy."

"Understand" the Eye of Truth directs energy invisible to the naked eye into the heart of Shane's eyebrows. "Start conversion, and analyze"

It was a bit of a long time before the troll's corpse was cleaned and burned. The warm trickle in the spirit is injected, the feeling of swelling is weakened a lot, and the mental fluctuations that oscillate back and forth like a pendulum speed up.

"Analysis report: special energy, fluctuations are similar to the fluctuations of the world itself, may be the crystallization of the original energy of the world, due to insufficient information, its source judgment is unknown, and the generation process is unknown. Continue to acquire the spirit that expands the user. ”

Shane thinks that he guessed the eighth layer correctly, the trolls have stolen the 'divine power', is it also related to the anomaly in the Ghost Land? If there is a high-ranking priest or a great demon sorcerer among the trolls, it will be good for the elves. "Am I worrying about the masters of Silvermoon City?" He doesn't think about these things anymore. In all known 'history', the High Elves had a good life until the Second War.

At night, in the night breeze with the smell of blood, the elves drank freely, and from time to time there were voices of fierce physical battles in the caravan, and two male elves could be seen hugging in and out, and the crisis was followed by carnival and intoxication.

Sean filtered the air with cleansing, and his nest was on the back of the puppet Tygo. Wind blocking and thermostat create a better environment. The practice continues.

The practice of supermagic skills came to an end, and control exercises took its place. There are two sets of orbs on the head and one set in the hand. Shane controls their proximity, maintains relative equilibrium, and observes the process phenomena in mutual annihilation. It was extremely delicate to do so, but it didn't meet Shane's goal. The second set of orbs in the hand is cast, and they are controlled to annihilate each other. Controlling four groups at the same time, and each group has a different output balance, which is many times more difficult than drawing a square with the left hand and a circle with the right hand, which is the limit of what Shane can do at present.

In the wilderness, the light of magic is more visible than anything else, and more intimidating than anything else. The smell of blood reminds fellow citizens not to approach. Hadurun Mingyi drank a little wine but was not drunk, he still dutifully arranged for people to patrol the perimeter, and also personally checked the post.

"Because you're here, they're happy and everyone will remember your kindness." He was more respectful than during the day.

"The next time we meet, I'm going to call you Ranger Haduron, aren't I?" Shane actually wanted to tease Hawkins-Firehawk, but unfortunately didn't see him.

The next day, the convoy met the patrol from Quetalín and walked another day to reach its destination. Shane has a summoning order to meet the Supreme Military Governor of the Wraithlands, Aurelia - Windrunner.

"Sir, the mage of the Dawnblade has arrived"

"Let him wait first" In the Ranger barracks, Aurelia was in a good mood, the male elf left Quel'Thalas, separated from his sister at a distance, and it would not be long before her sister forgot about him. Now that he's in my hands, I want him to know what the consequences will be if he tries to steal the Flower of Kaolin the Windranger. If you want to come to some small punishments, Silver Moon City will not ask. "Dampen his spirits first, and then send him to Sylvanas for training."

What is the treatment, Shane is fully prepared in his heart. He was left to dry for three hours first, as expected, and he didn't see him after dinner, and he was also expected, so he continued to wait? Of course not. Sean went to the inn to rest.

"Sir, the mage of the Dawnblade has gone to sleep in the hotel," the subordinate reported.

"How dare you call Lotherma."

What will the Windranger do? Shane had some ideas.

In the wee hours of the morning, the room was banged, "Mage of the Dawn Blade, get up, Chief Aurelia wants to see you, you better hurry, or else, uh......"

When he opened the door, Sean was already dressed and holding a book in his hand: "How else?" Military justice? Whatever Windranger does, it will be anticipated by the Dawnblade. ”

He knew the person who came, it was the ranger he threw into the sea to bathe, what was it called? What is Luo...... I don't remember.